Sweet Lady Jane Sucks, or, The best LAist post ever

I don't know Callie Miller, but she's my hero today for her rant against Sweet Lady Jane.

The Paris Hilton of bakeries, it's earned a nationwide go-to reputation I've never understood. I've had the cakes many times and found them dry and bland, qualities I don't expect at $7 a slice. I've also heard tales of rotten, attitudinal service -- the kind that translates to, "I don't care because we're hot and I know you'll take it."

Often, they have been right. This time, they weren't.

You should read the whole post, but here's an edited highlight:

She looked down at the packet of papers I was holding in my hand and said, “So I see you have your pictures. Let’s have a look.” I handed her eight different pictures of very basic, very clean cakes. She quickly thumbed through them and for each one said something like “Nope. Nope. Won’t do it. Wouldn’t want to. This one is awful. We might do this one for you. Can’t do that one. This one isn’t even possible to make.”

She was on the hunt for portfolio cakes. If it didn't fit within their "aesthetic," it wasn't worth their time. One cake in particular (green striped one at left) was our favorite. She looked at the picture and said “Impossible. This is not a real cake. It can’t be done.” When I told her it was a real cake from another bakery, she said, “Well, you’ll have to find out how they did it and then we might do it for you. But it will be $28/slice.”

I asked my fiancé if he had time to taste a few cakes. He said sure, if we make it quick. That was the precise moment when she lost it. She replied: “Oh, I see, so this is just a 'pretend' cake meeting for you? You’re not really interested in working with us? You don’t have the time to taste our cakes?”

For the full meltdown, click here. And Callie, when you find your dream bakery, let me know. I'd love to give it the writeup it deserves.